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One of us eventually covered the cushions with a tie-dyed wall tapestry and that seemed to solve the germ predicament. The tapestry always wound up getting pulled off the cushions, though, so that eventually one of us would have to break down and re-position it. But after a while, we stopped caring so much whether or not the tapestry kinked up in the cracks. Eventually, we’d just let it. Because now we were the college kids who did college things on the couch cushions, most of which were disgusting.
…and one of the miraculous things Honey did for me is make me interested in things again. I became interested in things again by being interested in Honey. I took her to training classes. I took her to the dog park. We went everywhere together. I don’t think I’m overstating things when I say that if I was happy, I was happy because of her. If I felt anything at all, I felt it because of her.